You are at your desk at the office. Working late, just as a young employee should.
The phone on the table, it begins to ring, resounding echoes in the otherwise empty and dark office halls.
*ring ring*
*ring ring*
"In my office. Now."
*click*
Your boss, having given you your most recent assignment, was on the phone.
He has no predisposition toward tardiness or inefficiency
"Come in."
I say as I hear you knock at the door
Sitting in my chair, the computer monitor in front of me, as I see you, easing backwards as the chair rolls in reverse...
"Please, take a look..."
Pointing at the screen, asking you to stand at the recently created space between the table and I. The expression of someone who has already made his mind up
"Come. Here."
As I repeat, condescendingly...
"I had asked you to take the old records on file and digitize them on this sheet... Now, not only are they wrong, but you have made the job twice as hard to complete."
*Standing up*
Grasping your little face in my grip, squeezing your cheeks against your teeth, forcing you to look at me...
"Shut your mouth and look at this sheet."
Twisting your face back to face the screen
"You have fucked up. Despite my repeated reminders for you to sort your crap out. You've been slacking off and now you've wasted the time of your supervisor, and everyone else involved."
Letting go of your mouth as I grab your wrists and hold them behind your back, slamming your torso flat against the table...
"You need to be shown the consequence of that."
My hand, pulling your little taut skirt up and over your shapely derriere
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
My large rough hand coming down on it, hard
The loud slap echoing in the empty office hallways
"Yes?"
"Count. Until you've received what is apt. Yes?" I repeat...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
I feel your body resist and thrash against my grip as you are explicitly reprimanded like this. The anger and helplessness combined as you viciously struggle to get out of this absurd predicament.
Harder this time, almost savagely. Pushing your body against the oak table for emphasis
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"I asked you a question. Do you understand?"
The voice of you yelling out, the prospect of your bottom surely being reddened by its treatment...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"You are terribly incompetent. I said, do you understand you nonce?"
You begin count now, as I continue to go forth, being even more savage upon your delicate cheeks below...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"Now, did I ask you to stop counting?"
Yanking you onto your feet so you can face me. Looking into your defiant eyes as I look for the answer.
My bearded face stern and set in stone, large frame towering over you, in a crisp gray suit clinging to my body like a glove as I hold you in place with one hand holding both your wrists.
"You are unwilling to learn."
"You cannot follow directive."
"I should teach you that. You need be taught discipline."
Pushing you against the table again, aiming low, just over and behind your parting crotch
*THWACK*
Your back arching your chest out as I hold your hands behind your back. Your face and eyes red. Your outfit rumpled as your tight skirt clings above your waist.
My feet now, kick your legs apart, as I make you take a most indecent stance while being admonished
*THWACK*
"Go on..." hearing you count
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"Continue..."
Pulling on your wrists as your bosom lifts off the surface of the table
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
My eyes catching the glimpse of your breasts straining against the fabric of your blouse
*THWACK*
"You need to know the humiliation, let the memory sink in your mind for the future"
And in one swift move as I reach forward undo your blouse, exposing your bra clad breasts. Squeezing one generously, and holding it firmly in my hand...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
"Do you feel ashamed? Is this too degrading for a girl of your standing?"
Squeezing again for emphasis
"Hmmm...?", kneading it whole, really very hard now...
*THWACK*
*THWACK*
I don't think you do know what the gravity of your situation is...
My large rough palm stroking the surface of your hot derriere.
Warm to touch, and blushing... I feel it quivering lightly.
Moving all along the surface, as I pull down a cup of your bra...
Leaving your breast exposed
Kneading your raw breast as I stroke your bottom... Your hardening nipple being squeezed between my knuckles as I do...
"Very nice...," I comment lewdly as I use you, your puffy nipple groped and exposed as your body is treated like just an object for my indulgence...
"This.." flicking your taut nipple
"Proves that you are not reacting as you should be..."
"After all, this is punishment."
A thumb stroking the crotch of your white lace panties
"Not pleasure."
Pushing more firmly...
"Yes?"
As you wince feeling it flicked and stiffen further as it is stimulated; a finger rubbing against your panty's crotch.
A sound outside my office door, as I gently release your wrists
"Fix yourself, you are undone."
"Button up," I say as I sit in my chair again
The door is knocked on
You button up the best you can but the top few have been ripped off. The skirt slides back down as you straighten it.
"Come in."
You standing behind my desk on my right as the janitor, Joe, enters...
"Hey there Mr. Sloan, late night?" he asks
"Yes, it is..." I respond... as you feel my hand stroke the inside of your thigh from behind the oak desk
"You've met Joe, yes?" looking to you as I waive him. My hand now at the band of your panties. As I sense you trying not to flinch feeling my hand...